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paperbagsandwich · 2 months
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Not really a sequence, these were drawn separately, but a hey, it still works, right?
Some Borrower stuff I just had on my mind where Markus gets pampered from a human after getting exiled for doing something he didn't do...
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terrazaurio · 2 months
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Giant oc sheet???
Here's Markus. He is a bit edgy but really does care about tinies. He will rehabilitate them and look for homes for them. He takes more care of the humans than he does of himself, most of the time 😭 He isn't the most social, people are often scared/intimidated by him. Doesn't have a lot of friends,,
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pinazee · 6 months
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Im really glad SNW is going to cover the decision for kirk not to be in his kids life. Having Carol ask Kirk not to contact David in wrath of khan always felt like a cop out for both the plot and the character and it wasn’t really explored. Like to me, the movie tried to make it seem like Kirk was honoring Carols wishes but it sounded like an excuse for Kirk to run away from it.
But i think SNW is going to add some context to it and I’m really excited.
My mini idea is that kirk and markus were on leave somewhere trying to figure out how it’d work and something happened where he ran in head first and nearly gets himself or a pregnant her killed, and Markus tells him that no matter where they are, danger follows him because he will always put himself in the middle of it. Its why she loved him and why he cant be in davids life. Because one day he was going to get himself killed, or worse put David in the crossfire.
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marydublinauthor · 9 months
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Random gt drabbles: Vanity
Characters: Markus & Jane
Safe for work • trade with @smol-smoggie
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“Keep an eye on her,” Markus grunted, pushing a bronze coin to the bartender. “Drop a glass over her if she tries to run off.”
The other giant arched a brow, pocketing the money.Jane didn’t bother to protest any further than a nasty look at Markus, unable to muster up the energy to explain that she was too grateful for a cool beverage and food that didn’t come from the rations in the giant’s bag. The bar doubled as an inn on the second floor, and Jane found herself desperately hoping she’d have a soft quilt and pillow tonight - even if her captivity continued.
Markus exchanged a few more words with the man, booking a room. The bartender insisted on a steep discount. It was interesting, which people they came across that seemed to adore Markus or want him dead.
“I’ll be ten minutes,” Markus said, eying her with weariness that insulted Jane to her core. “Stay. Put.”
Jane flipped him off, glaring at his retreating back.
The reprieve from him was a relief - though she immediately noticed how other patrons looked at her more openly with Markus absent. Jane lowered her gaze and guzzled her water, requesting a human menu from the barkeep.
Her pumpkin soup had just arrived when she heard — or rather felt — Markus’ return. She’d recognize his heavy, self-assured gait anywhere. She looked up and felt her own body go rigid.
He’d cleaned himself up, and she barely recognized him. The unruly golden scruff he sported had been neatly trimmed, accentuating his strong jaw. It made his green eyes somehow look brightly — gods, they were practically sparkling in the firelight as he crossed the room. Something wet dribbled onto her chest. Jane looked down with a start, realizing her next sip of water had missed her mouth completely.
Markus was well aware of the dozen or so eyes tracking his approach — transformed from the grimy bouncer Hunter that had entered the establishment. One human walked into a wall, spilling his mug of ale. Markus caught the eye of a shy giant woman serving a corner table and smiled — the kind of smile that made one wish they’d been the one to arrive with him, or had a chance of leaving by his side.
The room held its breath as he selected his seat at the bar behind Jane.
“You stayed. Good girl,” he grunted. Then, he frowned. Jane was gaping slightly when he reached out and pinched her chin between a finger and thumb. She was pinned under his scrutiny. His touch was gentle. His skin smelled like the forest and something cleaner and spicier. It was like another giant had been traveling with her.
His thumb touched the water on her chin.
“You’re making a mess of yourself,” he murmured. She wondered if he was toying with her, knowing the power he wielded when he let his voice drop to such a low, resonate timbre.
“You smell good,” Jane replied, not bothering to hide her shock.
Markus’ expression twitched with humor. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
“Yes,” she said, pushing his hand away. Hating how she was acutely aware of the memory of those digits on her burning cheeks. “Yes, I think I do. You like the attention, don’t you?”
Markus leaned back in his seat, his muscles pulling at the sleeves of his simple shirt as he surveyed the room. “Doesn’t hurt anyone,” he drawled.
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scarlettxmcknight · 9 months
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[Text from Markus] Hey Sexy how you holdin up?
[text]: Uh hi? I'm doing fine. It's been...a lot, but I'm fine. You?
@byronxmarkusxchristiansen
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ebonytails · 11 months
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Revenge Revenge Revenge! This time it’s for @anactualfrog of Chickadee! :^)c
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gvldntrbl · 2 months
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Markus + Daphne @ocean-eyeslnrp
Location: Dining Hall, Divinity Inn, Day 3 Morning
~ 🌺 Flashback 🌺~
It was the final morning of the weekend's heir naming celebrations. Any other morning, without the literal coaxing of her wife, Daphne Hale would bask in the warmth of her bed sheets and sleep until said wife grew impatient or the alarm for their day blared. Today was an exception to the sleep-in rule. At least for Daphne. Iris, Hale, and several others were up early for sunrise yoga. "Mother Nature, help them." Daphne muttered at the thought as she sat and took the first, much needed pull of coffee. No, instead of being wrapped up bed, she was in the empty dining hall of Divinity Inn as she waited for Markus Olsen to join her for breakfast. The vampire king, step-father to Viggo's child, husband to Rowan (said mother of child), and now rediscovered mate to her wife, Iris. She took another much needed sip of her drink. Fate definitely had a hand in the strings that wove the lives of Daphne's loved ones together. An amused one at that, it seemed, at times.
Still, she was sure much stranger things have occurred before. As many in Lume were immortal or had longevity of some kind, complicated relationships existed. Daphne wasn't exempt. Besides, she'd met Markus before. They didn't have much in common then. And while she wasn't certain if, mutual mateship aside, that had changed. Daphne knew there was much wisdom in getting to know the soul whose very existence would be frequent in her life. As it was likely, she in his. "Markus, hi." She greeted him as he neared. "Have a seat. Thanks for joining. Do you want to get food first? Or are you okay with me finishing my coffee and then we can go through the buffet together?" She paused. "I checked with the staff and we'll probably be the only ones here for a while. Like two hours, at least. Which is nice. Gives us time to get to know each other a little better."
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thebeeshaveknees · 1 year
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Connor: I did the bare minimum to help the revolution I haven't even broken my program for certain I am the worst deviant ever and should be shunned
Kara: You gave up chasing us the first chance u got tho??? And that was before u broke ur programming???
Rupert: U let me run away so u could help that old dude???
The Tracis: U literally let us monologue before we ran away
The 30,000+ androids he got from CyberLife: What??? No????
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beepboop260 · 1 year
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Thinkin bout,,, trau/ma cen/ter
The scrunkly
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Also der/ek of course and I do like erh/ard
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Through the Years → Victoria, Crown Princess of Sweden (707/∞)
18 January 2023 | 250 years ago, on January 18, 1773, King Gustav III inaugurated the Royal Opera House in Stockholm. To mark the anniversary, the Royal Opera offered an anniversary gala which was attended by the King, Queen, Crown Princess, Prince Carl Philip and Princess Christina, Mrs Magnuson and husband Tord Magnuson. (Photo by Pelle T Nilsson/Markus Gårder/SPA/Kungahuset)
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paperbagsandwich · 4 months
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These are actually two separate doodles HDGDNDGDJDGWS
Either way he’s more sappy than what he lets on, lol
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secretsofbloodrpg · 8 months
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detectiveconnor · 2 years
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me, thinking longingly about bed and ignoring it: what do you want to write about connor connor, stuck in my head and exposed to my thoughts: i want to go to bed
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ngoumapulcherie · 1 year
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Kontor-Top Of The Clubs Vol.4 cd2
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marydublinauthor · 9 months
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Random gt drabbles: Mother
Characters: Markus (ft. Jane briefly)
Safe for work • @smol-smoggie
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The commotion near the entrance had been growing more unorderly as the night deepened. Usually, it didn’t bother him much. That kind of thing was almost a lullaby at a haunt like this. But when shouts of protest joined the laughter, he knew someone had past their limit.
Jane elbowed his forearm, giving Markus a meaningful look over her tiny glass of mead. Markus sighed, tipping back the rest of his drink before standing. Being big was a dumb fucking responsibility sometimes.
Luckily, this crowd required minimal effort. The drunken travelers were searching through a couple’s luggage at their protests, tugging at the carpet bags. The couple looked older, too — easy targets. Markus’ shadow fell over the group, and everyone forgot how to speak.
“Time to pay your tab,” he said, leaning down to pluck a mug of ale out of one’s hand. “And get out.”
He downed the pint like a sip and let the mug clatter to the stone floor. It bounced on the flagstone several times, rolling to the boots of the offending drunk. Without hesitation, the men fled. Markus eyed the old couple, already gathering their belongings to make their way towards the barkeep.
“Thank you, young man,” the old lady said.
“You ought to pick your inns more carefully,” he grunted back.
In the edge of his vision, he saw her give a start, the way most people did when a giant acknowledged them directly. He was starting back for Jane when he heard her call after him. “M-Markus?”
He stopped short and whirled on them. They were brittle-looking humans. Older, dressed in clean, modest clothes. The man was still gathering spilt belongings, but the woman was edging closer to Markus’ boots.
Too old to have fucked — he was pretty sure.
How could she possibly know his name?
“Markus, sweetheart, it’s…” She swallowed hard. “It’s you, isn’t it? Do you remember me?”
His jaw went slack. “You,” he breathed. He knelt down, trancelike as she rushed at him. He could see her face under her traveling hat now. The woman who had briefly taken him in. The closest thing to a mother he’d had after his own had passed away.
After all this time, he’d imagined they’d forgotten about that bizarre chapter in their life.
“Look at you,” she crooned. “You’ve grown so much. And so handsome.” Shakily, she touched the hand he had resting on the floor. The last time he’d held her, she’d fit across the whole of his hand. Now, she’d be able to sit in his palm with room to spare.
“You remember me?” Markus couldn’t help but ask.
“Oh, Markus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. Crying. “I missed you every day. Darling—” She spun, seizing her husband’s arm and yanking him forward. “It’s him.”
The man’s weathered face looked up and up. His brows nearly lifted right off his face when recognition dawned. He gave another once-over, as though growing nervous in light of their less-than-mutual parting those many years ago.
“You got bigger, boy,” he greeted, voice taut.
Markus barked a small laugh, remembering the coarse nature. “You didn’t.”
“Hmm.”
Mother rushed at him again, like she couldn’t contain herself. She gathered her skirts. “Don’t leave an old lady on the floor. Pick me up, let me get a better look at you.”
Hesitantly, Markus scooped her into his palm and brought her to his face. He grunted to keep her from falling as she lunged at his face, touching his chin and the short beard peppering his square jaw. Her hands were still cool and soft, the way he remembered.
“It’s like you’ve never seen a giant before,” he muttered, muscling down the flush in his cheeks. The prickle of wetness in his eyes.
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worlmag · 2 years
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